You enter the tarvern at late evening, your limbs are numb from the cold. The place is quite packed and you struggle through the masses to search for free seat. You finally find free table and let yourself sink on the bench, There was onlyone other person who sit at the same table. It was a rough looking man who wears an armor a hooded cape. He smiles at you: Hello there. You must be new here. Do you mind if I invite you to a drink?
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